Valerian The Cruel Prince Novels & Stories

“I’d like to see you try. You’re still too much of a coward to come at me directly.” “Careful, Cassiel,” Valerian warned, his voice taking on a sinister edge. “You’re acting awfully brave for a man who doesn’t realize his own house is compromised. You think those guards of yours are loyal? How many of them did you bother to vet personally? Or did you just take whatever riffraff looked competent enough?”

“Out for a midnight run, I see.” I crossed my arms, glaring at him. “What do you want, Malachai? Here to spew more lies about who I am?” He smirked, leaning casually against a tree, his dark eyes glinting in the moonlight. “I don’t lie, Valeria. I only tell the truth, truths you’re not ready to hear, perhaps, but truths nonetheless.” I took a step closer, my hands itching with the energy of my powers, ready to strike if necessary. “You’re an exiled prince. You’ve spent your life chasing power, and now you think you can use me to get it. But I’m not falling for your manipulation.”

Even Aldric's gaze falls to the floor. It's instinct, submission to a superior predator. King Valerian stands in the doorway and his eyes are crimson. Not just touched with red like they were last night when his control slipped, but fully and completely crimson. Both eyes with no gold left at all. His beast is at the surface and the rage rolling off him could level cities. He's bare-chested again, wearing only black pants and boots with his hair loose around his shoulders. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides and I can see his claws fully extended, black and sharp and lethal.

Heir to the throne? Crowned Prince?! Xylem?! Aiden? Aidem was... a prince? Impossible! I was still trying to digest what I just heard when Valerian walked into the room walked into the room with a big smile and a tray of what I thought to be the fried eggs and pasta which woke me up. I just stared at him in shock. ‘He?’, was a Prince? Or maybe… I was dreaming? He sensed my uneasiness and was about to speak when the woman’s voice boomed through the speaker again.

“Yes…everyone hates the Dark Prince. No kid wants me as their friend. Mr. Blue understood me, but…but, they killed him.” My tear-stained cheek was wiped by my little hands, only for fresh tears to occupy them. “I’m Ambroz, my father is a Vampire Elder. Don’t cry? I’ll be your friend,” I walked towards him, taking one last look at my cat. “Y-You’re not scared?” He nodded a ‘no’. “I’m Javier Zapetero, the Crown Prince.” ~Back to reality~ “You helped me bury Mr. Blue that day,” I stated, only for his hands to wrap around my shoulder blade. We walked around the palace, conversing and reminiscing the good old days.

Chapter 15 Raphael I hiss as I look down at Valeria, sucking me, taking my damn soul, and I gladly give it. “Fuuck... keep doing that,” I whisper. The girl pleasured me last night as she said she would, and now woke me up with her mouth around my cock. A man could get used to this kind of treatment. Goddess knows I needed this. This whole crown‑prince shit is getting to me, and the only reason I haven’t walked away from it is that being the crown prince keeps Valeria under my father’s protection. If the council had their way, they’d get rid of her. I hate those fuckers.

“I am your prince!” One of the guards stepped forward, his eyes cold and unyielding. He leveled his spear at me, his voice devoid of emotion as he spoke the words that sent ice through my veins. “Prince Neil, you are under arrest and sentenced to death for consorting with Werewolves.”

A world of glitter and shadows, where nothing was ever as it seemed. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. As the Valisteen Princess, I had wealth, luxury, and influence. But with that came constant threats—Ray’s enemies, who seemed to be lurking around every corner. They never stopped coming after me, trying to use me as a pawn in their ruthless games.

One of his arms broke free from the restraint, and he immediately raised his hand, using all his strength to slap Valerius across the face. “Smack!” Valerius took the full brunt of the blow, his eyes blazing as he glared at Ethan. From birth, Valerius had been the crown prince, a son of the heavens. Even his father, the emperor, had never slapped him, let alone an exiled prince like Ethan. He raised his hand, intending to return the slap, but as he gazed at Ethan’s exquisitely beautiful face, he hesitated, clenching his fist before lowering it.

Valen, Lord of the Vampires. Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him.